Dearest Nani Jaan,
They always remind me of you, these jasmine flowers. Every morning, just as the sky is lit with the first rays of sunlight, and the birds come out of their nests, and one begins to feel the clouds painting an image on the sky, you would pluck the jasmine flowers from their shrub. With the grace of a queen, you would sew them on ears, your heart fresh with love for all and Him.
I love these jasmines, too!
It’s getting scarier, this Big Black Car. And as we drive forward, we’re beginning to see all that was lost along the way. I’m reminded of the stubborn child who will want that toy again from his favourite toy-shop but he won’t ask for it because he’s already broken the same one before. Does that make sense to you? It’s getting even more scary, this ride on the Big Black Car. Amongst the crowd of people, the Great Wall riding on this Car is all strong and sturdy. But on a deserted, dark road leading to the depths of the forest, it scares us because it’s dark, and forests are supposed to be haunted by ghost stories, isn’t it?
So in our silence lives our locution, that’s what we’ve decided, haven’t we?
And so every time I see you, it’s a new song, a new smile for my heart. How do you always know what to say to me? How do you always know that it’s only the firm grasp of your weak hands holding on to mine as I prepare to leave that can pass on a lovely, magical legacy to the mystified hunter that is my heart?
And then when you spin magic with the sacred words that you breathe your prayers into when hand in hand we enjoy our Surah Rehman, you beautifully, effortlessly teach us – teach me – how to love God.
“Stay happy, stay blessed”. Amen. “Live long. Live happy”. Amen, yes!